I wrote your name
on a piece of paper,
I cut and I folded it,
I made a boat out of it,
then I put it on the river
and I saw it leave
and I hoped so much
of seeing it returning;
and now, and now...
Now I have written your name
on a paper bill,
I bought the love
that one can meet on the roads,
I've touched the hands
of many common people
and I have hoped so much
of being able to forget you...
and now, and now...
Now I write your name
upon everything I see,
and I carve it deeper
with time's blade,
and for every day that passes,
the memory is clearer,
and for every woman that comes
the memory is more bitter,
still.....
still....